For years I have been fixing this mess of a jigsaw life. <br />Going through, and studying each piece. <br />Fitting them in, trying to find my base, <br />My corners. <br />And when I saw where something didn’t fit, <br />I found the problems. <br />And sorted them out <br />Things in the wrong place. <br />Some pieces didn’t fit. <br />And a few pieces were broken, <br />And needed to be fixed, <br />But over the years <br />I have gotten to the point, <br />Where it resembles the picture it should. <br />It is near complete, and I know the gaps. <br />I can see the shapes of the pieces that need to be found. <br />But I can’t see them. <br />I seem to be a piece missing. <br />I can feel that hole. <br />But can’t see where the missing piece is. <br /> <br />I am missing a piece. <br />And it is haunting me <br />Like a shadow, <br />That is still seen in the night.<br /><br />Marc Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-piece-3/
